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driftfleet2016-08-17 02:28 pm
namisan) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-17 02:28 pm
Temper Tempo
Who: Nami and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit for you drinkers out there.
When: Now-ish
[Nami's been in a bad mood of late. Mostly it's to do with Sascha and trying to shove her own feelings down and trying to deal with it in a responsible way because some jackass luck of the draw happened to make her Captain. Hooray! The bite has healed enough it just looks ugly instead of actually hurting (it itches, thanks so much for that), so she still keeps a loose bandage over the top. No big deal. She'll get over it. There's not much choice.
She works off her grouchiness at the bar in bits and pieces. She was doing pretty well until a box turned up in her bedroom addressed to Captain Nami.]
One piece--
[No, that's not a pun I swear. The feed clicks on to Nami's furious face, tapping the screen with one section of blue metal piping that a handful of people might find familiar.]
Problems with shipping? Delays in processing? IT'S A MATCHED SET! Why would you even break this up!? If you've lost the other parts I'm going to--
[RANT USELESSLY AT EVERYONE APPARENTLY. She shuts her mouth with a snap, fingers wrapped around the climatact piece in a crushing grip, before she suddenly smiles sweetly.]
Thank you so much for finally processing my claim, Diamond. Or whoever. At this rate I'll only have to submit those forms another eight times!
Don't think I don't know you're doing this on purpose. [And finally she pulls back, tapping the piece in hand before pointing it in the vague direction of her closed door with a dark mutter.] I bet it doesn't even work r--
[FWOOM.
...that'd be the sudden howl of wind punching through the air much like this, only more powerful and far less gracefully, given Nami went flying in the other direction with a yelp. There's a long moment of silence, punctuated by the sound of several maps falling off the walls, and the broadcast picks up nothing but the visuals of a room that looks like a small tornado just went through it.
......
......]
...needs calibration.
[Ow.]
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[You can also catch her at the Iskaulit. Not on shift tonight, kthx. She's just nursing a drink in the corner and glaring holes through the table.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit for you drinkers out there.
When: Now-ish
[Nami's been in a bad mood of late. Mostly it's to do with Sascha and trying to shove her own feelings down and trying to deal with it in a responsible way because some jackass luck of the draw happened to make her Captain. Hooray! The bite has healed enough it just looks ugly instead of actually hurting (it itches, thanks so much for that), so she still keeps a loose bandage over the top. No big deal. She'll get over it. There's not much choice.
She works off her grouchiness at the bar in bits and pieces. She was doing pretty well until a box turned up in her bedroom addressed to Captain Nami.]
One piece--
[No, that's not a pun I swear. The feed clicks on to Nami's furious face, tapping the screen with one section of blue metal piping that a handful of people might find familiar.]
Problems with shipping? Delays in processing? IT'S A MATCHED SET! Why would you even break this up!? If you've lost the other parts I'm going to--
[RANT USELESSLY AT EVERYONE APPARENTLY. She shuts her mouth with a snap, fingers wrapped around the climatact piece in a crushing grip, before she suddenly smiles sweetly.]
Thank you so much for finally processing my claim, Diamond. Or whoever. At this rate I'll only have to submit those forms another eight times!
Don't think I don't know you're doing this on purpose. [And finally she pulls back, tapping the piece in hand before pointing it in the vague direction of her closed door with a dark mutter.] I bet it doesn't even work r--
[FWOOM.
...that'd be the sudden howl of wind punching through the air much like this, only more powerful and far less gracefully, given Nami went flying in the other direction with a yelp. There's a long moment of silence, punctuated by the sound of several maps falling off the walls, and the broadcast picks up nothing but the visuals of a room that looks like a small tornado just went through it.
......
......]
...needs calibration.
[Ow.]
-------
[You can also catch her at the Iskaulit. Not on shift tonight, kthx. She's just nursing a drink in the corner and glaring holes through the table.]
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The council thought that if you threw some grand party, people would stop noticing the little things.
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Your council sounds a lot like a few island authorities I could think of.
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I won't rule out the idea we're on TV. I won't rule out the idea that we're not. [She lifts a finger.] I also won't rule out the idea that we're on TV, but it's to fulfill some other kind of motive than what the party line is. So it goes. Keep an open mind.
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[Stefan doesn't, but he wouldn't be surprised if it were the real answer either.]
There's a ton of reality TV back home, and for all we know, we could secretly be the stars of some weird home improvement show.
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[That's actually a genuine question. Pirate worlds tend to be alien to the concept.]
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[He sighs, rubbing his temples:] I keep wondering if the Fleet's the same way. Like, we might be on TV, but not for the reasons Atroma's told us we're on TV for.
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The hosts make it super explicit that we think one thing, but we're actually doing or being led to do another.
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[She's just spit-balling now.]
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